The one at your school,
who had it all. Who was
seriously cool and
looked good, stood tall.
Had the best clothes,
the best music,
even the best hair.
And you all wanted
to be like them.
We all grow up,
and we all mature
but they seemed
Very centred, very secure.
Is that them, now?
Down that alley
with a gun in their hand
Just left a seedy bar,
sore as fuck
mad as hell
looking to kill
and kill some more.
Then they'll walk
and have a nice day.
It's a killer's theme park
done the American way.
© Hamish Mack
As well as being one of the editors of Poetry24 Hamish Mack and an all round good guy. (Written by Abi since there was no time in which to get a revised bio.)
As well as being one of the editors of Poetry24 Hamish Mack and an all round good guy. (Written by Abi since there was no time in which to get a revised bio.)
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